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“You married my sister, and you don’t even know who she is,” my brother sneers at my husband.
I have been Alpha Jaxon’s wife for three years.
Three years of being invisible, of waiting for something from him to make me feel like I matter.
But nothing.
He doesn't realize what he has lost until I get divorced and return to my true identity.
……
I glance at my phone, unlocking the screen just to make sure.

Nothing. No texts, no missed calls. No Jaxon.

Typical.

It’s our anniversary. Three years. Three years of marriage to a man who barely looks at me.

I sip the wine, trying to swallow the bitterness rising in my throat. I don’t even like wine, but here I am, drinking it like I’m in some kind of perfect marriage, pretending I have a perfect husband. Meanwhile, Jaxon’s probably stuck in some meeting, or worse—with her.

My thumb hovers over Instagram. I shouldn’t check it. I know I shouldn’t. But I do anyway.

I scroll, and there she is. Scarlett Moore, the ex that never quite left.

A fresh post. Of course. She’s sitting in his office, her legs crossed, lounging in Jaxon’s chair like she owns the place. And the caption? “Making deals. Big things coming.”

Big things coming, huh? I scoff, setting my phone down hard enough to rattle the glassware. What kind of “big things” is she making with my husband?

My phone buzzes. For a split second, my heart jumps.

Jaxon: Stuck in a meeting. Don’t wait up.

That’s it. No sorry, no I’ll make it up to you, not even a shitty excuse about how important tonight should be. Just…don’t wait up.

I stare at the message, the words blurring together as the knot in my chest tightens. Three years of this. Of being invisible, of waiting for something—anything—from him that makes me feel like I matter. And nothing.

I push my chair back and stand up too fast. The room tilts, and I grip the edge of the table to steady myself. My legs feel weak, my head spinning.

I can feel something off. There’s a dull ache building in my lower belly, sharp and sudden, like a knife twisting deep inside.

I push open the bathroom door, barely making it into a stall before the pain hits harder.

What is going on?

I feel it then. Wetness between my legs. My heart drops as I glance down. Blood. A lot of it.

“Oh God,” I whisper, my voice shaking.

I hit Jaxon’s number. It rings once, then goes straight to voicemail.

“Dammit,” I hiss, hanging up and calling again. No answer.

I lean back against the cold wall of the stall, sliding down until I’m sitting on the floor. I blink through the tears, realizing with a sudden, gut-wrenching clarity that I’m not just bleeding.

I’m losing it.

I was pregnant. Was.

I pull up Callie’s messages, my vision blurry as I type.

Me: I’m bleeding. Bad. I think I’m miscarrying.

……

We pull up to Julian’s private clinic on the outskirts of the Valens territory. Callie parks the car and rushes around to help me out. My legs are weak, shaky, and I lean on her as we walk inside.

Julian’s waiting. He’s an older guy, always calm, always professional, but the second he sees the state I’m in, his expression shifts.

“Jesus, Nina,” he says, guiding me toward the exam room. “What happened?”

“I’m pregnant,” I whisper, the words tasting foreign and wrong on my tongue. “Was, I guess.”

Julian nods grimly. “Let’s get you checked out.”

After what feels like hours, Julian sighs, pulling off his gloves. “I’m sorry, Nina. You were definitely pregnant. But... you’re losing the baby.”

I nod, because what else is there to say? The confirmation doesn’t make it hurt any less. I’d barely had time to process the fact that I was pregnant in the first place. Now it’s gone.

“Do you want me to call him?” Callie asks softly. “Jaxon?”

I shake my head violently, but then stop. What’s the point? He’s the father. He should know, even if he doesn’t care. Maybe he’ll finally realize how broken this all is.

“Call him,” I whisper, barely recognizing my own voice.

An hour passes, maybe more, before the door swings open.

Jaxon steps in, still in his suit, looking every bit the powerful Alpha CEO he always does. But his face? Blank. Like this is just another business meeting for him.

“Nina, I didn’t know you were...” he says, his voice flat, almost clinical. “You were pregnant?”

“Yeah,” I snap, my voice thick with emotion. “Pregnant. And now, I’m not.”

His expression hardens, but there’s no emotion behind his eyes. “I didn’t know, Nina. You should have told me.”

“Told you?” I laugh, the sound bitter and hollow. “Told you what, exactly? That I was carrying your child? You didn’t even give a shit about me, Jaxon. What made me think you’d care about the baby?”

“I’m here now, aren’t I?”

I stare at him, disgust crawling up my throat. “Here now. Yeah. After I lost the baby. After I bled all over the goddamn restaurant floor and begged you to pick up the phone. Now you show up.”

Jaxon runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “Look, Nina, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was happening. If I had—”

“If you had, what? You’d have what? Showed up a little earlier? Said some comforting words?” I shake my head. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t just about today. This is about everything. Three years of being ignored. Three years of watching you go off to your ‘meetings’ while I sit here, hoping you’d give a damn.”

He doesn’t answer. He just stares at me, cold and distant, like he always is. Like I’m some annoying inconvenience.

I laugh again, but it’s bitter, ugly. “You can leave now, Jaxon. You’ve done your part. I lost the baby. You can go back to your precious company and your precious Scarlett.”

He shifts on his feet, like he’s about to say something, but then he just nods. Nods and walks out.

Just like that.

I watch him leave, the door closing softly behind him. The second he’s gone, the weight of everything hits me like a tidal wave. The tears come fast, choking me, and I collapse into Callie’s arms, sobbing so hard I can barely breathe.

The pain is too much, the emptiness too deep. I had a child. I had a life inside me. And now it’s gone.

Just like my marriage.

……

It’s been two weeks since I lost the baby.

I place the divorce papers on Jaxon’s desk with more force than necessary.

Jaxon raises an eyebrow, his icy blue eyes flicking over the papers before coming back to me. “Nina, we don’t need to do this.”

“We’re mates,” he says, like that explains everything. Like that word is supposed to magically erase everything he’s done. “You’re just upset right now. We’ll get through this.”

My blood boils at how casually he says it, how easily he dismisses everything. “You think being mates is enough? After everything?” I laugh, the sound harsh and bitter. “You don’t even treat me like your wife, Jaxon. You’ve never treated me like a mate.”

“I have obligations. The company, the pack. I can’t just drop everything for you.”

“I don’t give a shit about your obligations!” I cut him off, stepping closer. “I gave you everything. I waited for you. I put up with Scarlett being around like some fucking ghost from the past. And for what? To be ignored? To lose a baby by myself?”

His eyes darken at the mention of Scarlett, and for a second, I think I hit a nerve. But then he shakes it off, like always. Like nothing I say matters.

“This isn’t a good time,” he mutters, turning back to his desk, grabbing a pen like he’s already moved on from this conversation. “I’m in the middle of negotiating with the board. There are important decisions to make right now. We can talk about this later.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Jaxon. I’m done.”

I grab the divorce papers off the desk, shoving them into my bag. “You won’t sign them? Fine. I’ll take them to court. I’m sure the press will have a field day with that.”

……

Now, my brothers are about to storm in here, and everything I’ve been hiding is about to blow up in my face.

Dominic steps out, tall and broad, his face set in a hard line. Behind him, Lucas and Griffin follow, both looking just as pissed.

Lucas steps forward, his arms crossed. “So, you’re telling us now? After three years of marriage? You married this prick without saying a word?”

I open my mouth to respond, but the sound of the office door opening stops me cold.

Jaxon steps out, his face a mask of calm, but his eyes flick to Dominic and then back to me. “What’s going on?”

Dominic steps in front of me, blocking me from Jaxon’s view. “We’re leaving.”

Jaxon raises an eyebrow, clearly not understanding the situation. “Leaving? What are you talking about?”

“You really don’t know, do you?” Dom’s voice is full of disgust. “You married my sister, and you don’t even know who she is.”

Jaxon’s eyes flicker with confusion, but he stays quiet, waiting for Dominic to continue.

“Nina Valens,” Dom says, his voice low and dangerous. “Heir to the Valens Pack. Alpha heir.”

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